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“River, take your thirsty ass on. You don’t know a damn thing about football and if I’m not mistaken those men are taken. There are plenty of other men for you to scam and seduce.” Freedom spat.

“Scam and seduce is crazy. I never have to trick a man out of his money. They give it to me willingly because they want to be in my presence. And as far as them being taken, that’s always debatable. You know these niggas are always choosing.” She shrugged with confidence.

I wasn’t even about to get involved in whatever she had going on because I was most definitely taken and my man was a little on the crazy side where I was concerned. He had already sent a message and told me to be on my best behavior because he couldn’t afford another arrest on his record. I know better than argue with him, so I sent him a video of my swimsuit and told him I loved him.

The party took on a life of its own after an hour and the vibes were unmatched. The DJ played a lot of old school classic jams from the ninety’s and mixed it with latest tracks. Triniti and River dragged me to the dance area and we cut up for hours. My stomach felt a little unsettled so I chose not to drink, but I still had a ball.

When they played “My Private Dancer” by Bankroll Keyz, I dropped down and wobbled my ass to the beat.

“I know that’s right, cousin!”

“Okay, fav!”

Triniti and River hyped me up as I let loose. It been a while since I had been able to unwind and truly enjoy life and everything it had to offer. We sang to every song like our lives depended on it and danced the night away. After another hour of dancing, River needed to use the bathroom, so we headed inside the house.

“Shorty, you got a man?”

“Damn, y’all look good.”

“Come hang with some rich niggas!”

“You sexy as fuck!”

Men were trying to grab us from every side, but we kept going until we finally reached the line for the bathroom. We stood there laughing until a man walked up and grabbed my hand.

When I looked up, I rolled my eyes when I saw it was Jamarcus, my college friend, Kyra’s ex. We still followed each other on social media, but outside of Instagram posts, I hadn’t talked to her in years. Jamarcus and Rondell used to be best friends, so I kept my distant and watched Kyra’s life from the sidelines. She hasn’t there for me after everything went down, but I figured it was because she didn’t want to go against her man. There were no hard feelings, but it was the reason we were no longer close.

“Honesty? Damn, I didn’t even realize it was you. You look fine as fuck, but I shouldn’t be surprised. You were one of the baddest bitches on campus.” The smell of liquor permeated from his pours, so I assumed that was the reason behind his blatant disrespect.

“Umm, thank you. Congratulations on the new baby and marriage.” I shot back, thinking he would stop while he was ahead. Kyra had recently posted about the birth of their daughter while she flashed her diamond ring. She constantly posted about their relationship and happy they were, so I thought maybe he had changed.

“Thank you, but I’m tryna see what’s up with you. You got a man?”

I wanted to cuss his ass out, but I decided to call my man instead.

“What’s up, baby? You good?”

When the video connected, I smiled as soon as I saw his handsome face.

“I’m at this party, and this man wants to know if I’m single.” I giggled when his smile dropped.

“You see this shit? Ask him if his affairs are in order? I would hate for his family to have to start a GoFundMe on his behalf. The economy isn’t doing very well right now.” My eyes widened in surprise when he lifted a big black gun in front of the camera.

“Baby, what the hell?” I covered my mouth as I howled with laughter.

I turned the camera around to Jamarcus and he nodded his head as he staggered away. When I panned the camera back to myself, Solomon was sitting in a chair as smoke filled the air. He placed the blunt to his lips and inhaled while he stared into the camera. My body betrayed me and all I could think about was how good he fucked me before he left yesterday morning.

“You are insane, you know that?”

His dimples flashed as he grinned into the camera. “Only when it comes to you. I’m a cool dude foreal, but behind you, I’m a straight savage. You better let those Hollywood niggas know what’s up. I may not be in the streets anymore, but the streets will always be in me. You feel me?”

The smirk on his face turned me on as I stared into his red-tinted eyes.

“How is the music going?”

“Better than ever. I always knew your brother was a cool dude, but I had no idea he was this creative. We’ve been in the studio for three hours and already have two dope ass tracks set up. Bankroll Keyz agreed to be on the feature on one of the songs we just recorded, and I already know it’s about to go crazy. I was on the fence about this indie shit, but this sound is raw as hell and your brother is an incredible artist, songwriter producer. Buddy is really a jack of all trades.”

Solomon’s label had been giving him push back since his last interview. They wanted him to make a statement to clean up what he said, but he refused. As a result, they had put him on a restriction until they met with the board to decide what they wanted to do. Technically, he had finished the last album from his original contract, so he wasn’t too pressed about it. My brother Rule, reached out to him about working together and they had been locked in ever since.